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Best Poems From
RANI TURTON
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A Clock, A Street, A Tower
There is a clock on a city street
These pavings that have often known my feet
There is a clock, a street and a tower
That is the mystery of love's power.
That stones alone can intense emotion retain
That you can walk forlorn in the pouring rain
That, whatever may happen, years ahead
For me these streets will never, never be dead.
The pain in my heart stops me now:
My faltering steps even begin to slow;
The mist from these mountains stings;
Memories, moments, melancholy and things.
Now behold the time for resolutions
Time can often bring its own solutions;
How do I walk away when familiar voices call
Me back; let me sit on that stone bench and recall.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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A Lyrical Fantasy
I wrote this poem for you; just a lyrical fantasy.
Just some words that found their way onto a page.
Unasked for, unbidden
But not yet forbidden.
When the sun rose, I would ponder.
The sun set, yonder.
Night itself was a lone delight
A wilderness in which to write.
Then I asked my heart what it wanted to say:
It spoke softly, it did not want to betray.
I asked my soul and it had flown far away,
Far away; I thought of my beloved
And the words came; I, wont to reflection
Did not have to pause and think.
My soul, like a deer at a wild pond, did from love drink.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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A Mad Bird Was I
I walked down that lonely road
That sinuous, torturous bend
You know how I hated
The cold, the distance, my thoughts.
My thoughts flew back and forth
Like a mad bird blinded by the light
I was lost; I was lonely; I was in pain
A mad bird was I.
There was no way out of this blundering
Floundering directionless path to nowhere.
There was no way out and the how and the whys
Were the least of it all.
I was like that mad bird in full, haphazard flight.
Rani Turton
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A Niche For Me in Your Heart
If you have some place
Some place you could well spare
Make a niche for me in your heart
To warm me within your space
I will never, never depart.
I will be more than a name and face
If you could grant me this grace
I would be more than a queen
To live in this honoured place
I would be part of your present
Not a part of your past
If only time would linger on
And make this dream last and last.
A silly poem it seems
But then, so are many dreams.
Rani Turton
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